Chapter: 89

With that, Alan stormed out. The room lapsed into silence, which was soon shattered by the sound of glass breaking.

Miguel's hand was sliced by the shards, blood trickling down, yet he registered no pain.

His gaze hardened with a fierce malice.

Now that he was back, he would reclaim control, proving to his nephew that he wasn't just a cripple.

Elsewhere, Lilliana had been staying at Alan's for a few days when arrangements were made for her to relocate. She was also provided a new job, though not the one she hoped for. Instead of returning to the Hewitt Group's prestigious jewelry studio, she found herself at a lesser-known studio in Osewood.

Her role as a designer remained, but she was barely acknowledged.

Still, Alan's influence was evident as no one dared cross her, affording her a measure of comfort in her new position.

After a day at work, Lilliana was on her way home when a black car abruptly pulled up at a deserted intersection and she was forcefully abducted.

Her screams were muffled by a cloth stuffed into her mouth as her limbs were bound.

Fear gripped her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the people in the car didn't harm her but brought her to a private villa in the suburbs.

Upon arriving, she was thrust into the villa, tumbling onto the carpet.

The quiet whir of a wheelchair drew near and halted before her.

As she looked up, Lilliana's eyes met a familiar face. Her eyes widened, filled with terror.

Miguel pulled the cloth from her mouth, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he relished her fear.

“What's wrong? Have you forgotten me after all this time?" he said with a sneer.

Lilliana trembled, managing a forced smile. "Miguel, why have you come back?"

With a snort, Miguel delivered a harsh slap across her face.

The slap echoed, sharp and resounding.

Lilliana held back her cries, suffering in silence.

Having once been intimate with Miguel, she knew too well his capacity for cruelty.

Crying out would only fuel his sadistic pleasure, worsening her torment.

Her best strategy was to calm him.

“Miguel, was it necessary to tie me up and drag me here? A simple call would have sufficed." She steadied her voice, injecting a hint of flirtation, hoping to soften his mood.